(There was a problem at the end, so I changed it last night.)

(Readers who have finished reading it first will be surprised to know that if you refresh it, you will see the normal ending.)

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Zhang Xianchen stood at the door of the building carrying a backpack, threw the cigarette butts in his hand on the ground, stamped them out with his feet, walked out of the darkness without looking back, and completely disappeared from Xiaolan's sight.

It's four o'clock in the morning now.

The nights in the Northeast are long in winter, and you can't see any light until six o'clock, so the sky is still pitch black now.

Xiaolan stood in front of the window sill and did not leave for a long time.

She wanted to remember that Lao Zhang was not generous and had a bit of a hunchback.

Because she didn't know if Lao Zhang would come back safely this time.

These days, the Metropolitan Police Department conducts more and more inspections in this area.

House-to-house searches were conducted, and all suspected residents were taken away for interrogation and have not been released to this day.

The situation is getting more and more dangerous.

Xiaolan took out the cigarette case from her pocket, skillfully picked out one, lit it with a match, and took a puff.

She didn't know how to smoke, but within just a few months, she became obsessed with the feeling of puffing away smoke.

The joy brought by nicotine can make her temporarily forget that she is in the far east.

...

Zhang Xianchen has been smoking since he was a child. It’s not that he has anything to worry about.

It was a kid from the school who abducted me and led me to this path by mistake.

However, he didn't resist too much. He half-pushed and half-gone, and embarked on the road of no return to smoking.

The bookstore opens at eight o'clock in the morning.

The reason why he went out early was because he wanted to go to the wooden telephone pole first to see if there was any feedback.

In addition, he has a good bookstore in Dabei, Harbin, in the German expatriate area.

Relying on foot power alone, it takes at least an hour to go back and forth.

It's better to go out early to avoid delays.

Zhang Xianchen had a cigarette in his mouth, and from time to time he would reach out to adjust the position of the backpack on his shoulders, moving forward one foot deeper and one foot shallower.

Late last night, it snowed heavily again.

The city government had not yet had time to send people to clean up the snow on the road, so it was quite difficult to walk.

After struggling in the snow for a cup of tea, I came to the wooden telephone pole where the information was posted.

The paper previously posted on the telephone pole has disappeared.

A brand new sticky note, glued to it.

Zhang Xianchen's frozen face forced a smile.

It would be great if there is feedback, it shows that there are other comrades active in Harbin.

But he didn't reach out to pick it off immediately. Instead, he lowered his head and pretended to adjust his boots.

When he straightened up, he grabbed the sticky note with lightning speed, stuffed it into his coat pocket, and dived into the alley without looking back.

Instead of going back the way we came, we went around a few times in the winding alley.

He didn't stop until he confirmed that no one was following him.

Zhang Xianchen opened the sticky note, and it was filled with numbers densely written on it.

He took a rough note, stuffed the sticky notes into his boots, checked the direction, and continued moving forward.

Xiaolan sat on a chair, sipping porridge in one bite or another.

She was originally a telegraph talent sent by the North China Bureau to the Soviet Union for training. After training in the Far East, she was going to work in the Soviet area.

With a slightly weak temperament, he is also suitable for serving as a confidential telegraph operator in the rear area.

But the telegraph operator originally scheduled for the Locust Team fell seriously ill and was unable to participate in the operation.

That's why she was transferred to the Locust Team and came back to perform escort missions.

What the Far East Intelligence Agency was interested in was her photographic memory and her excellent basic skills.

During training, she was the most eye-catching presence.

Shooting, parachuting, and translating messages are all superior to those in the same group.

Coupled with his outstanding appearance, even many Soviet instructors expressed their love for him.

This made her the most dazzling star in the Novosibirsk Military District.

But during the time I came to Harbin, I was like a puppet on strings. The knowledge I learned could not help Lao Zhang at all, but instead caused him a lot of trouble.

The reality was cruel and gave her a loud slap in the face.

Tell her loudly that the theories she learned in school are all nonsense and dogmatism.

If you don't have rich experience behind enemy lines, you won't be able to use it at all.

At the same time, I also understood why the old field officers who were training together could achieve full marks in all subjects, but deliberately wrote a few wrong questions to make themselves look mediocre.

What you want is not to attract attention!

For senior field staff, being eye-catching means causing trouble for yourself.

Footsteps sounded in the stairwell, and shoes squeaked on the wooden stairs, which could be heard throughout the building.

This building originally belonged to Lao Maozi and was a dormitory built for engineers during the construction of the China-Eastern Railway.

After the railway was completed, the engineers returned home and the China Eastern Railway Company sold it.

It used to be one of Harbin's top luxury apartments, but it became what it is now due to years of disrepair.

The residents are also workers from nearby factories.

When the footsteps came to the door, there was no movement.

Xiaolan immediately put down the spoon in her hand, took out the pistol from her waist, pointed it at the locked door, and moved forward step by step.

Walk to a place two steps away from the door and stop.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There were regular knocks on the door.

This is the secret code Xiaolan and Zhang Xianchen agreed upon.

Even so, Xiaolan did not relax her vigilance.

Instead, he took one step to the door, saw Lao Zhang's familiar face through the peephole, and made sure there was no tail behind him before opening the door.

Seeing Xiaolan open the door, Zhang Xianchen lowered his head and got into the house, closing the door smoothly.

"Did you buy the book?" Xiaolan asked quickly.

Zhang Xianchen shook his head, took a deep breath, lowered his head, took out the sticky note from his boots, and handed it to Xiaolan.

"This is the new instruction."

"It means there are still our comrades in Harbin who are performing tasks."

"Hurry and memorize the cipher text above!" Zhang Xianchen said.

Xiaolan read the message several times, then handed the message back to Zhang Xianchen and said calmly: "Remember it!".

Zhang Xianchen's face was full of surprise. Although he had known that Xiaolan had a good memory and was sensitive to numbers.

But she didn't expect that she only read it a few times and could remember it all in less than half a minute.

Although this sticky note is not large, it contains at least hundreds of numbers.

"you sure?"

"Sure!"

Although Zhang Xianchen was surprised, he chose to believe in his comrade.

He took out his lighter, lit the paper on fire, threw it on the ground, and looked at the sticky note until it burned up.

"I still have to look for books, you stay at home."

"I observed yesterday that several bookstores near Central Street were secretly monitored."

"Someone must have leaked the news."

"If I haven't come back by two o'clock in the afternoon, then I can't stay in this place."

"Go find the book yourself, translate the code, and execute the instructions above."

"Do you understand?" Zhang Xianchen asked.

Xiaolan nodded to show that she understood.
Chapter completed!